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Kayce has a minion!

Annabelle the Chamos

Kayce
Legacy Name: Kayce

The

Spectrum Sheeta
Owner:

Prose

Age: 16 years, 10 months, 6 days

Born: June 29th, 2007

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 18th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
January 10th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 3
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

The circus came to town once in a blue moon. With so many other huge, populated cites to stop at, it was rare for a small town like this to be graced with its presence. But one of the trucks had been having engine trouble, and they couldn't afford going further. So they stopped and set up in a field just outside town.

It was still nice and early in the summer, and the circus would stick around at least until the end of August, when all the kiddies went back to school. But until then, they could frolic among the bright, multicolored tents and booths lit up in flashing neon, while the fragrance of cotton candy and hot dogs hung in the warm air.

"Step right up, step right up! Yes, you there, pretty lady, let me guess your age. Guess your age, your weight, birth month, whatever you like! You look like you need a giant stuffed panda to take home with you tonight!"

The speaker was a young man, standing in front of a large canvas hung full with prizes. He had a lean face and short brown hair that looked like he'd failed to run a comb through for a couple days, at least. His eyes were bright, and somewhat oddly colored -- one blue, one green. He wore the same bright green shirt as his fellow booth workers scattered throughout the field, as well as jeans and worn sneakers. He wasn't a very big fellow, taller than some, but scrawny and with only a few toned muscles worked up from years of moving circus equipment too and from. At only sixteen, he was one of the youngest members of the traveling flock, but he was happy.

He spoke rapidly and energetically, with enough charisma to keep a small crowd around his booth, waiting their turns for his little game. His hands were kept as busy as his mouth, grabbing money and tucking it away into the pocket tied around his waist, or scribbling a month on a scrap of paper.

"What'll it be?" A young woman, pretty indeed, stood before him, a bright grin on her face as he doted over her. "Age? Alright, alright.." And he stood back, eyes roaming up and down her slim form. "You can't be a day over seventeen. Twenty? What? Ah, well, pick a prize!" And he was on to his next subject.

This was the way his evenings went, whether it was working one of the many booths or supervising ticket sales. He never had any of the more exciting jobs here, but he didn't complain. He didn't have much of a choice, if he wanted to keep eating.

Night was beginning to fall; the sun had set on the forest of lights and music.